Zhaang Ye's brow furrowed at Jiang Song's frantic shouts, and he casually flicked his hand.
THWACK!
Like a dead dog, Jiang Song was thrown viciously by Zhaang Ye. He was still shouting when the throw sent his face smashing hard into the ground. Several of his teeth were knocked out, and his mouth filled with dirt. He was an utterly pathetic sight.
WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH—
The residents of Newcomer Peak were all powerful young masters. Jiang Song's miserable cries quickly caught their attention. Zhaang Ye had just thrown Jiang Song when the sound of robes cutting through the air came from all directions. In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen young masters had rushed to the scene.
The first to arrive was a pale-faced young man. He had triangular eyes and an ice-cold gaze, and his aura was just as frigid. He was like an extremely venomous snake.
